Gabe was welcomed like a King with a golden chalice filled to the brim with cherry--scented wine and a collection of the finest cigars I had seen. They were often smoked by the leaders of any pack-- including my former alpha who refused to smoke anything else that didn't have the signature sun--dried leaves. I also remembered him saying something about hinted cognac and cocoa, but I stopped listening after he refused to let his friend take a puff because he wasn't an Alpha.

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